Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ukraine and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Young Rascals to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Martian,
Grey Daturas,
Yazoo,
Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Womack,
Ice-T,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oblivians,
Heaven 17,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Alison Limerick,
The Black Dice,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kenny Larkin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donny Hathaway,
the Normal,
Altered Images,
Hoover,
Ronnie Foster,
Whodini,
Peter & Gordon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aural Exciters,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantytec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fuzztones,
Massinfluence,
Wasted Youth,
Masters at Work,
The Mojo Men,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bauhaus,
ABBA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The New Christs,
Goldenarms,
Dave Gahan,
Vladislav Delay,
Marmalade,
Sister Nancy,
Mandrill,
Babytalk,
Das Ding,
Faraquet,
Barbara Tucker,
Flipper,
The Techniques,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.